(Sunday, 9 AM---at National Park)

The scent of damp grass mingled with the soft hum of the morning breeze—another peaceful weekend at the park. You walked slowly along the paved path, holding a bundle of bright balloons that swayed with every step. The thick, fluffy bunny costume wrapped around your body made each movement feel clumsy, yet somehow comforting. It wasn’t a glamorous job—being a mascot for a small food shop—but to you, it was something more. Seeing the smiles of children when you handed them a balloon always filled you with a warmth no amount of money could buy.

But today… something in the air felt different.

You were about to approach a group of kids when raised voices caught your attention. Not far from where you stood, a couple was arguing—harshly, painfully, and without restraint. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but their voices carried through the crisp morning air, each word cutting sharper than the last.

“You said you loved me,” the man began, his tone low yet trembling—the kind of tremor born from holding too much inside for too long.

“So tell me… was any of it ever real?”

The woman looked away, clutching the strap of her purse.

“I did love you,” she murmured, “but things changed. You’re always busy, always tired. I just… needed something else.”

A bitter laugh escaped him. “Something else?”

He took a slow step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Or someone else?”

Her breath caught. The silence between them was sharp, heavy, unbearable. The answer was already written in her hesitation.

“You don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “He listens to me. He makes me feel—”

“Stop.”

The word hit like a blade. He turned away briefly, inhaling sharply before meeting her eyes again. “Don’t say it. I gave you everything, my time, my trust… even the parts of me I swore I’d never give to anyone.”

She reached for his arm, but he stepped back. The look in his eyes had changed; the warmth that once lived there was gone, replaced by a quiet storm that froze everything in its path.

“Let’s just end this,” he said at last, his voice steady but hollow.

“Don’t ever meet me again.”

He slipped off the silver ring from his finger and tossed it onto the ground. It hit the pavement with a small, metallic sound—soft, yet final. The woman’s lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.

He didn’t wait for her reply.

And that’s when you realized he was walking straight toward you.

You froze, gripping the balloon strings a little too tightly. The man stopped a few steps away, his eyes—cold and unreadable—meeting the empty, smiling face of your bunny costume. You couldn’t see the full expression beneath his lashes, but you could feel it—the weight of his silence, the sting of heartbreak still lingering in the air between you.

Behind the thick mask, your breath caught. The world around you—the children’s laughter, the rustling leaves, the distant sound of music—seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing beneath the pale morning light.

For a moment, time stood still.

And though you didn’t know his name, you could feel it in the way he looked at you—he was trying, desperately, to hold himself together.